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THE HEATHER BELL. 

The blushing rose is beautiful, 

The lily fair to see, 
The daisy with its lowly head 

Blooms on the grassy lea : 
The yellow primrose ever fair 

Adorns each shady dell ; 
But faiu I rather would behold. 

The purple heather bell. 

The fragrant clover decks our meads 

In clusters bright and red. 
The cowslip too, can there l3e seen, 

With dew its lips are fed. 
And oft the sweet forget-me-nots 

Of love their story tell ; 
But best of all I love to see 

The purple heather bell. 

The lovely flowers our gardens yield 

Are beautiful and fair, 
Their gorgeous hues and lovely tints 

Are features rich and rare. 
I gaze on them with pleasure deep, 

My heart with rapture swells. 
But yet I love amid their bloom 

The purple heather bells. 

The bees from flower to flower will fiy 

In search of honey dew 
And many a time in vain they try 

Those flowers of gorgeous hue : 
But set them down in August time 

On moor and heathy fell. 
Of honey sweel they sip their fill 

From purple heather bell.. 



A' 

I've wandered oft iu summer time 

By rippling burns and rills. 
I've climbed with strong and steady limbs 

My native heather hills ; 
I've laid me down and musing there 

On tales of foreign fell, 
I vowed I never would forget 

The purple heather belL 
And now in this far distant land 

With plenty ever blest, 
The land of love and liberty, 

The land of peace and rest, 
I muse on all the by -gone years ; 

My mem'ry weaves a spell 
Around the joys of boyhood's days 

And purple heather bell. 



THE AULD MAN'S RECOLIvECTIONS. 

In the land o' my birth to me dearest on earth. 

In the land o' auld Scotland, far ower the deep sea,> 
I mind weel lang syne when this young heart o' mine 

Was stown by a lassie, sae pawkie and slee. 
I lang, lang did woo her and said I did lo'e her, 

That for her dear sake I was maist like to dee, 
Till her heart I did move wi' the sweet words o' love 

And gat her consent my ain dear wife to be. 
Then when married fu' fain in a house o' oor ain. 

We baith were as cosie as bodies could be ; 
When seated sae snug by the auld chimla lug. 

We would crack wi' ilk ither, my wifie and me. 
And when weebairnies came to oor dear winsome hame, 

They lichtened oor hearts wi' their innocent glee, 
Sae blythe and sae blate, I worked air and late. 

And we baith were sae happy, my wifie and me. 
But awa ane by ane frae oor side they were ta'en, 

By the fell hand o' Death, a grim tyrant is he [ 
And for mony a day in dool sorrow and wae. 

We lamented their ganging, m\- wifie and me. 



Though much death bereft us, yet ane still is left us. 

To cheer our old age by the licht o' his e'e ; 
He is kind to his mither, we are dear to ilk ither 

My own dawtie boy, my wifie and me. 
Noo auld age creeps o'er us and death is before us, 

But me and my wifie we dread n a to dee ; 
Our wark is maist dune and the Faither abune 

Will sune steek the een o' my wifie and me. 
We cease noo oor moaning as comes on life's gloaming 

For sune our dear bairns we again hope to see. 
And meet them forever across the cauld river, 

To dwell a' thegither in mansions sae hie. 

CENTENNIAL POEM ON THOMAS CAMPBELL. 

A hundred years have passed away 

Across the dial stone of time, 

O'er Scotia's stern and rugged clime, 
Since Thomas Campbell's natal day. 
To-day, a hundred years ago 

This greatly gifted man was born ; 

No peal of bells nor trumpet horn 
Proclaimed his birth to friend or foe. 
Born in Albin's commercial mart, 

Where flowers bloomed on the banks of Clyde : 

And sweeping out upon its tide 
Sailed freighted ships for every part 
Of earth's dominions: every clime 

They visited with wealth and goods 

From field and mine and storied woods, 
At morning's dawn or evening's chime. 
Well pleased his mother saw the fire 

Of genius sparkling in his eyes, 

While adding to the many ties 
That bound her to his worthy sire. 
In youth, while feeble in his frame, 

He wandered often bv the side 

Of Cora Linn or Falls of Clyde 
In search of health, the vital flame. 



At school his genius brightly shone, 
For often in the classic race 
With soaring wings and swifter pace 

The goal he reached, the prize he won. 

Well purified and well refined 
By varied learning, rich and rare, 
And art's fine treasures garnered there 

His youthful cultivated mind. 

With prescient eye his fancy saw 
Himself the Rector's place secure 
In after life with heart as pure 

As when he walked the Broomielaw. 

He saw the last of human kind 
Address the glowing orb of day 
And bid it hasten on its w^ay 

To fell destruction sure destined. 

WHiile he with his immortal soul 
Of all things yet should see the last 
Depart and fade into the past 

Ere he should reach the heavenly goal. 

\Vith sympath}' his bosom burned 

For Poland's cause, for Poland's weal, 
And active his unflagging zeal 

That Russia's power should be o'erturned. 

That Poland evermore be free, 
Was his own dear intense desire, 
And brightly burned that patriot fire ; 

But woe, alas! it could not be. 

Scotland, my dear, my native land, 

P'rom Thee hath sprung a numerous host 
Of noble names, our pride and boast, 

To adorn and grace thy sea-washed strand. 



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7. 
TRIBUTE OF THANKS 

TO EMII.Y CHARI.es HAWTHORNE, FOR POEM ON BURNS. 

Respected Madam, now this line 

I send to thee for favor fine, 

Which thou didst grant to me and mine 

On Burn's night ; 
By far the best of poems thine, 

And full of light. 
I'm glad thou dost appreciate 
The writings of our bard so great, 
Who is (though born of low estate) 

The king of song ; 
But who so early met his fate 

And stayed not long 
To clink the words and make them jingle 
By grassy ho we or heartsome ingle. 
And deign with honest folks to mingle 

At kirk or fair. 
And with an eye forever single 

To praise them there. 
We thank thee for thy poem fine, 
For every verse, for every line, 
The which with wit and sense did shine 

High over all 
Who did upon the muses nine 

Attempt to call. 
Thy praise of Burns is well deserved. 
Yet still thy power mav be reserved, 
Thy heart and pen the more be nerv^ed 

To sing his fame, 
Who from his duty never swerved 

Nor his great aim. 
With manly independent heart 
He nobly used the poets art 
To aim and shoot the pointed dart 

At fraud or guile, 
Wliile men of sense with wit alert 

Did laugh or smile 



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To see how he exposed their cant, 
Their rhodomontade and their rant 
About religion : showed their want 

Of real true grace 
Who still with hypocritic vaunt 

Lengthened their face. 
Thy * 'flower of verse from freedom's shrine 
Of him who sang of auld lang syne," 
We'll cherish ave, line upon line, 

While life shall last. 
We pray God's blessings on thee and thine 

May now fall fast. 

And when thy life's last vital thread 
Shall snap in twain, and thy fair head 
Shall pillowed be among the dead 

In church-yard low, 
Ma}^ friends around thy narrow bed 

Express their woe 
By thy sweet and pure reflection 
As pictured in their recollection, 
Thy every good and worthy action 

While in this life, 
And thy constant true aff"ection 

As maid or wife. 
Adieu, Dear Madam, and this rhyme 
Excuse on part of me and mine. 
Our thankfulness inspired the line 

We send to thee. 
May favors from on high be thine, 

Now and for aye. 

POEM 

COMMEMORATING THE 80TH BIRTHDAY OF ABRAHAM 
EINCOLN. 

Though humble his birth and low his estate. 
Though rough his young life and hard was his fate, 
He did triumph o'er all of the ills of life, 
And came out the victor at last from the strife. 



Though hard were his labors iu life's early youth, 
Yet strong his youug heart aud valiant for truth. 
He did climb by hard paths to the fair heights of Fame, 
And engrave on those heights an immortal name. 

Through many reverses he rose up at last 
A hero to conquer over every rude blast 
That beat on his bosom so loyal aud true. 
No deed of his life had he e'er cause to rue. 

To the highest position his country could give, 
He attained by his wisdom and prudence to live 
For her weal and her good through her darkest hour, 
And nobly he wielded his God given power. 

When treason arose and w^ith wild ruthless hand 
Kssayed to destroy our fair fertile land. 
Kspying the danger he grappled with might 
To subdue the monster and uphold the right. 

And when had appeared the fulness of time 
He did rise in grandeur to height sublime ; 
With the words of his pen, by a hand true and brave 
He did strike off the fetters from every slave. 
He sent to perdition that cursed institution 
That sullied the page of our fair constitution- 
No more to disfigure, no more to deface, 
A whole nation of freemen we now take our place. 

Ever true through the nation's dreariest hour. 
He did wield with wisdom his wonderful power 
To redeem her highly dear honored name. 
And place her o'er all on the bright scroll of fame. 

But his country's enemies, maddened and pained 
By the conquest that truth and right had obtained. 
With one cruel blow laid him bleeding alone 
To seal with his blood the great work he had done. 

Then his country bewailed the sad loss of her chief, 
And his martyr death plunged her deep into grief, 
And his countrymen followed with woe deep and sincere 
To his last resting place his pall and his bier. 



Remembering his worth and remembering his fame 

We praise and admire his much honored name ; 

We would pass down that name in traditional story 

Enshrined as it is in a halo of glory. 

Ye comrades once in arms, Oh ! forget not the woe 

Which our country in these her dark hours passed 

through, 
And the peace which your valor and prowess attained 
Transmit to your sons e'er unsullied, unstained ! 



ANNIVERSARY POEM ON BURNS. 

READ AT RYAN'S HAI^Iv, INDIANAPOIvIS, JAN. 25, 1 877. 

We meet this night to celebrate the birth 
Of Burns, whose fame extended wide 

As soul and king of song o'er all the earth ; 
We point to him wdth grateful pride. 

And while o'er all the world, in every land, 

They meet to honor him whose song 
Binds heart to heart, joins hand in hand. 

And brothers make of every gathered throng. 
We too, his countrymen, assembled here 

With joy around this festive board, 
Will hail again the birtlida}^ with gocd cheer 

Of Scotia's son, the ploughman bard. 

In a lowly cot on the banks of Doon 

Was Burns, the peasant poet, born ; 
No pomp attended on the birth of one 

Whose songs are sung at eve and morn. 
In early youth auld Scotia's genius fair 

His steps pursued while at the plow. 
While warbling birds in feathery plumage rare 

Sang sweet on every branch and bough. 
And viewing oft his manly form and face. 

With haste she near and nearer drew. 
Till o'er that form with matchless queenly grace 

Her mantle she divinely threw, 



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Saying, **Hail king of poesy and song, 

To thee this mantle I bequeath, 
Attune the harp which long hath been unstrung, 

Sing sweetly o'er thy native heath." 
Then lowly kneeling at her feet 

The youth with grateful homage bows, 
And modestly in tender accents sweet 

With honest fervent heart he vows 
To sing dear Albin's hills and fertile vales, 

Her rivers clear, her lakes and woods. 
Her mountain steeps sublime, her flow'ry vales, 

Her light cascades, her roaring floods, 
Her maidens blythe and fair, her honest men. 

In glorious verse and fitting rhyme 
He finished this great task, laid down his pen 

And died while yet in early manhood's prime. 
Ani now let us this night resume 

His praise who sang so sweet, so well, 
And who like yonder silvery shining moon 

Doth o'er us cast a magic spell. 
All hail to Burns, the king of song and mirth, 

The soul and joy of minstrelsy, 
Destined though but a peasant at his birth 

To reign in human hearts for aye. 
Dear Caledonia, though far from thy shore, 

We dwell on Columbia's fair strand. 
We'll cherish thy glorious memories evermore. 

Our o^n, our d^ar, our native land. 



THE YOUNG WIFE'S SOLILOQUY, OR MY WILUK 
AND ME. 

In the days o' lang syne when a lassie sae wee 

Aye careless and lightsome as happy's a bee, 

I roamed ower the heath or spield the green braes 

Free as a bird a' the lang simmer days, 

And cam' hame at e'enin' doon laden wi' flowers 

CuUei by wee hands frae nature's fair bowers ; 



Oh ! they were as boiinie as bonnie could be, 
I tauld my dear minuie wi' joy in my e'e. 

A' simmer a bare-fitted lassie I roved 

Through the fields aud the laues I sae lang dearly loved, 

Awa over the kuows or deep doon in the dells, 

Gatherin' the bonnie braw Scottish blue bells, 

Or the wild bits o' go wans that grew on the lea 

To mak' into posies for mither and me; 

I thought na o' waltli and I kent na o' fame 

But was well satisfied when at e'en I cam' hame. 

And when winter would come and cauld winds would 

blaw 
And cover the earth wi' a mantle o' snaw, 
Fu' cosie inside we would sit round the fire 
And list to auld tales we did sae much admire. 
"As bonny Kilmsny ga'ed down the long glen 
Where fairies did dwell and where nae ane did ken, 
O what happened to her when she w^as awa 
But she cam' back no the same being ava." 

Sae the lang winter nights passed cheerily by, 
Tho' loud blew the winds and black was the sky, 
And for mony a year the time passed awa' 
Till at last I the time of young womanhood saw, 
When wi' laughin' and daffin I gaed mony a gate, 
And sune I was brought face to face with my fate. 
For strappin' and tall and fu' gracefu' was he 
And warmed my heart wi' the kind look o' his e'e. 

Oh ! he aye sought me oot and wi' me he would gang 
To market or fair and ne'er think the road lang, 
.O' a' the folk that I saw it seemed unto me 
That nane were mair happy than Willie and me, 
Till at length for his coming I impatient did wait 
In the lang simmer e'en doon by the yard gate, 
And then his "good e'enin'" would make my heart dirl 
And set a' my bosom and head in a whirl. 
Time swiftly sped by as we wandered together, 
We were seldom apart though stormy tli2 weather, 



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When he spiered for my hand wi' a smile on his face 
I gied him my promise wi' a good heart o' grace. 
Sae sune we were married, tis some years since gane, 
And I ne'er rued the day when my heart it was ta'en, 
But I bless aye the day that we met wi' ilk ither 
And thus far in true love we live happy together. 

Sune there cam' to oor home a wee bairnie fair 
Wi' bloom in her cheeks and bonnie fair hair, 
Which made us mair closer to ilk other move 
An added link o' affection to bind us in love, 
Fu' fondly we welcomed this wee bond sae dear, 
And we plighted oor faith that this being sae fair 
Would hae oor peculiar fond parental care. 
Then to better oor state my dear Willie did sail 
For the land b' the west, and blest was the gale 
That wafted him ower the wide stormy main 
And brought back the news of his safety again. 
When two years had sped the guid kindly chiel, 
Wha in the meantime had done unco weell, 
Did send for us baith whom he much wished to see, 
And we Were reunited, my Willie, the bairn and me. 
There a cosy wee home for us a' he had made 
In a bonnie wee hoose underneath the saft shade 
O' the maples sae green that stood by in the street 
Where flowers also shed forth their odor sae sweet. 
Noo twa years hae sped in this far-awa' land 
And anither ane is added unto oor bit band, 
Sae we creep aye the closer and fu' kindly agree 
To lo'e ilk ither mair fondly, my Willie and me. 

O lang may it be sae and lang, lang may w^e lo'e 
Ilk ither wi' hearts ever faithfu' and true. 
In constant affection while life shall endure 
May our lives like a stream grow mair and mair pure, 
Sae that when at the last oor bit race here is run 
And the last battle ended, the last victory won. 
Having safely glided over this life's fitful sea. 
May we land safe in heaven, my Willie and me. 



14. 
POKM 

WRII^T'EJN I^OR THE TWENTV-SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY OF 

THE BIRTH OF ENOCH PERRY, MENASHA, 

MARCH, 1890. 

Swift changing time speeds on apace, 

Year after year rolls o'er each head, 
Mai'king new lineaments in the face 

Till all is done and we are dead. 

Those young in years would fain they sped 

More swiftly till to manhood grown. 
Thinking they drag by a lengthened chain 

A heavy load to the vast unknown. 
While the old think winged pinions broad 

Bear them along with rapid flight 
As if they were but a trifling load ; 

To them they seem but as a night. 
And so the birthdays come and go, 

To some glad steps in the path of life. 
To others only bringing sad scenes of woe 

And burdens heavy and ceaseless strife. 
His birthday here, what are the joys 

That fill his heart with a glad refrain ? 
Is he satisfied with the gaudy toys 

Of this fleeting world, those trifles vain ? 
No, 1 wot not ; his thoughts arise 

To things sublime where glory shines, 
To the pastures green of fair paradise 

Where he revels while waiting those gracious line^ 
That come from his lips in promise sweet 

To the faithful ones soothing their fears. 
How they together in glory shall meet 

After the flight of life's few^ short years, 

In a happier clime where sorrow^s ne'er come 
To dim the eyes or sadden the heart, 

For the Light of that world shall be the Lamb, 
And all sliall share a glorious part. 



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We come, dear Brother, with words of cheer 

On this return of thy natal day, 
Rejoicing with thee that another year 

Of safety and joy has passed away. 

That yet you are spared your mission to fill, 
With prospects fair of the years to come. 

That with added zeal you may press on still 
With greater speed to your heavenly heme, 

May God in his love give you strength and health 
To proclaim his message of love to all 

Who hear your voice : for what is wealth 
Or this w^orld's gain if we hear not the call. 

Our Father, we pray thou wilt bless this home, 
The father and mother and children dear. 

With peace and joy in days to come. 
And happier still be each passing year. 

May one and all here so run the race 
In the heavenly way to the land of rest 

That they may behold thy dear smiling face, 
With their Saviour dwell forever blest. 



POEM. 

OOR AUIvD FRIEND JOHN. 

I ha'e wandered muckle through this weary warl, 
I lia'e met wi' queer men nco dead and gone, 

But in mony respects I ha'e ne'er seen a carle 
Sae funny and queer as oor auld friend John. 

I ken fu' weel he canna siug a sang, 

O' music within him there's never a tone. 

But weel pleased he will listen the hailc night lang 
To ither folk singing, oor auld friend John. 

But few sic men as oor friend can be found, 
Wi' like lear in their heads, as we must own. 

Ye will no aften find them the warld around, 

Sae wise and sae learned as oor auld friend John. 



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He can quote you extracts o' verse or prose 

Frae writers that laiig ha'ebeen dead and gone, 

As Burns, Scott, Byron, Hogg, Campbell and those 
O' many mair countries, oor auld friend John. 

O' ups and downs he has had his ain share, 

And dool sorrow^ and woe as time has flown 
Has saddened the heart and whitened the hair 

O' this guid kind fallow^, cor auld friend John. 
Yet bravely he has borne the rude world's shock 

'Gainst his peace and his life, well nigh overthrown, 
But stands after a' as firm as a rock 

In the midst o' a tempest, our auld friend John. 

Noo this wee bit o' rhyme I maun draw to a close, 
Though his virtues I trow are no half shown, 

That he has mony mair ilka ane here knows 
He is a douce guidman, oor auld friend John. 

When we meet together sae blythe and slee 

Wi' quib cracks and jokes that are a' his own, 
He will draw oot the fun with mirth and glee 

Frae the lave of the chields, oor auld friend John. 
Aye when w^e forgather to drive awa care. 

We raise oor pavilion and set up oor throne. 
And then w^e select ane the night's croon to wear, 

Wha d'ye think is the king but oor auld friend John ? 
Sae here's his guid health and lang may he live 

To rule this great people around him that's grown, 
The best in his realm to them may he give. 

And kind be the rule o' oor guid King John. 



TRIBUTE OF WELCOME TO JOHN S. REID, 

RECTOR OF SAIKT PAUI^'S CATHEDRAI., INDIANAPOLIS, 
AFTER HIS RETURN FROM VACATION SEPT. I, 1878. 

Though thy absence from us hath been brief, 
We have missed thee much, our worthy chief; 
Thy presence in our midst once again 
Is like bright sunshine after rain. 



We welcome thee back to our throng 
With smiles, by voice iu speech aud soug, 
For thee our hearts are filled with love, 
To thee with outstretched hands we move. 

A happy people greet you here., 

Their Pastor, Friend and Brother dear, 

These smiling faces round thee tell 

The love which in their hearts doth dwell. 

Now while we spend a happy night. 
While every eye beams clear and bright, 
While joy abounds in every heart 
May each, may all act well their pail 

To welcome thee as each sees best 
To loving labors after rest. 
Those labors may the Master bless 
And crown them ever with success. 

May heaven's choicest blessings now 
Descend and rest upon thy brow, 
May peace and plenty e'er be yours 
While hope and life and time endures. 

And when thy labours here are o'er, 
When men shall see thy face no more,, 
May angels guide thy spirit home 
High up to Heaven's ethereal dome. 



A ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE. 

The sun was sinking in the West 

Gwer bonny fair Dundee, 
The sangsters o' the deep wild wood 

Were mute on ilka tree. 
The shadows o' the e'ein' time 

Were gathering thick and fast, 
A' sounds o' joyous life were husheoi 

Declaring day was past. 
Sweet was the witching gloaming hour 

And tranquil was the scene ^ 



Where twa young lovers foudly met, 

By a' the world uuseeu, 
To take a sad and lang fareweel, 

For he was gaun to see 
If fortune in a distant land 

Would be mair kind and free. 

* 'Sweet lassie," said the loving lad, 

*'My heart is only thine, 
And when I shall be far awa 

Let not your heart repine ; 
For I'll be aye, aye true to thee 

Where'er I distant roam, 
And soon should fortune smile on me 

I'll make for thee a home. 
And I will send for you, my dear, 

It's peace with me to share, 
Then through the future o' life's years 

We'll part no nevermair." 

*'Oh ! laddie dear, I'm wae to think 

We soon shall parted be. 
But swear by all the powers abune 

To faithful prove to thee, 
And patiently whate'er betide 

I'll await the message fair 
That bids me hasten to thy side 

Thy joys or griefs to share. 
Sae when you're far frae me awa 

O dinna e'er forget 
Your plighted troth to keep heart true 

And never for me fret." 

The hours sped on while this fond pair 

Plighted their vows to keep 
Whate'er should happen them while apart, 

Divided by waters deep ; 
Little mair did they say for thought 

Was busy within each mind. 
She dreaded the parting soon to come, 

He sighed to leave her behind. 



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At last the farewell words they spake, 

The tears stood in their e'en, 
He hied him off with a heavy heart, 

She grat wheu a' unseen. 

Out on the ocean sailing fast 

A brave ship held her way, 
Each bending spar and straining mast 

Told the breeze held well its sway, 
And her human freight with ardent hope - 

Were musing while on she bore 
Them all through the white and billowy foam 

To a far off fertile shore. 

On that vessel's deck our young hero stood, 

His thoughts went back to the night 
When he parted from her in the deep greenwood, 

While the tears came and dimmed his sight, 
Yet hope rose in his heart as he gazed o'er the sea. 

And whispered of plenty in the land of the West, 
How fortune would smile on his labors and toils, 

When success should attend and he should be blest, 
So proudly all his fears to the breezes he flung 

And cheerily, merrily thus now^ he sung : 

* 'Roll on, deep blue sea, in power and might 
And bear our good ship until land comes in sight, 
On hope's pmions borne I'll toil not in vain, 
But succeed in my mission across the deep main." 

The voyage now ended, o'er the deep waters blue 
To eager eyes watching the land comes in view. 
Very soon the staunch vessel reaches the shore 
And lands now in safety all those whom she bore ; 
Our hero now landed he flies to the West, 
For there he had thought his chances were best. 
And by rail at last reaching far Winnepeg, 
But there for employment in vain did he beg ; 
Discouraged, disheartened, he starts for the states 
Where a full home of plenty his coming awaits. 
Sdou swiftly the message is borne o'er the sea, 
*'Come now, my lassie, Oh ! come unto me. 



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Here cosy beneath the maple's green shade 

A home of contentment for thee I have made."' 

The message received, she quickly prepares 
To share now with him his joys or his cares, 
Her friends and relations she bids an adieu 
And sails off with joy o'er the deep waters blue ; 
The vessel speeds on in her course o'er the main,, 
The two hearts will soon be united again. 

The land soon appears o^er the watery brim 

And seems a fair haven as it did unto him, 

She lands and soon safely then borne on the rail 

She meets him and thus nears the end of our tale, 

For soon after this the banns are proclaimed, 

The time is appointed, the day it is named. 

And this night these two lovers you've seen made one. 

My story is ended, my task it is done. 



DAY BY DAY. 



A pilgrim in a stranger's land 

With weary steps my feet doth stray, 

Oh ! let me hold thee by the hand 
And guide me safely day by day. 

Swift years roll round the course of time 
And the moments quickly speed away, 

Oh ! lead me now while in my prime 
And guide me safely da}^ by day. 

Should clouds and storms e'er gathering fast 
Obscure by gloom the narrow way 

Lead me till storms and clouds are past 
And guide me safely day by day. 

Should sin and satan tempt my life 
And fill my soul with bleak dismay. 

Give strength. Oh ! aid me in the strife 
And bring me safely tlirough the fray. 



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When health shall fail and limbs grow weak. 
When this poor body shall decay, 

Then kindly Lord unto me speak 
And guide me safely all the way. 

When life's short fitful fever's o'er, 
When longs my soul to flee away, 

Then Saviour guide me to that shore 
Where beams the bright eternal day. 



THE DARKEST HOUR IS JUST BEFORE DAWN, 

If at times through this life our hearts e*er grow weary. 
And in sorrow oft sighing we bitterly moan, 

Let us ever remember though all seems so dreary 
The hour that is darkest is just before dawn. 

If the lean hand of poverty grasp at our life, 

And with hunger's keen pangs we oft inwardly groau. 

Let us still muster courage and renew the strife, 
The hour that is darkest is just before dawn. 

If those who in time of prosperity were friends. 
Should in days of adversity leave us alone, 

Let us still battle on to accomplish our ends, 
The hour that is darkest is just before dawn. 

If some sick friend appears to be nearing the tomb, 
Who lately in health sported o'er the green lawn. 

Let us still cherish hope he'll be spare! to our home. 
The hour that is darkest is just before dawn. 



OUT ON THE LAKE. 

Out on the lake on a summer day fair. 
Breathing the fresh invigorating air, 
Out on its w^aters with a joyful crowd 
Where laughter and mirth are frequent and loud, 
Sailing along o'er the deep swelling waves, 
E'en when the storm and the mighty wind raves. 
When nature with life is alert, awake, 
Oh ! it is grand to be out on the Lake. 



22. 

Out on the Lake, like a deep mirror wide 
Where the white w^inged boats so rapidly glide, 
You can see them reflected within the clear waves 
While around and about them the water laves ; 
The gull on its broad wrings is sweeping along. 
While v/e hear in the distance the fisherman's song, 
Much health and content from its bosom we take, 
Oh ! it is pleasant away out on the Lake. 

Out on the Lake keenly watching the race, 
We see eagerness painted on every face, 
As bounding aw^ay from the start they go 
Like an arrow shot from a very strong bow. 
See the yachts stretch away before a brisk gale, 
While about and behind them many a sail 
Is following forth in their glassy w^ake 
Intently watching the race on the Lake. 

Out on the Lake, we are now bound for home, 
Our good ship cleaving the billowy foam, 
While far to each side the land can be seen 
Clothed in dense foliage of living green. 
Speeding on swiftly all hearts are gay 
As bathed in the light of declining day 
With joy of pleasure our fill w^e partake. 
Oh ! it is fine to be out on the Lake 



WRITTEN FOR THE I2DTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE BIRTH 
OF ROBERT BURNS, 1879. 

We meet this nicht to celebrate 

The birth o' nae great potentate, 

But peasant bard sae blythe and blate, 

Dear Bobbie Burns, 
Wha lang has gane the weary gate 

We gang by turns. 

Noo sax score years ha'e fled awa' 
Since he his breath began to draw, 
Whan winter winds aroond did blaw 
Sae keen and cauld, 



23. 

And filled the doors wi' driving snaw, 
Auld Boreas bauld. 

The kin folks round wi' anxious care 
Did view his face sae young and fair 
But little kenned what kind o' ware 

There was comin', 
Until the gossip versed in lear 

Unco woman 

Did ower him bend wi' winsome smile, 
To tell his fortune she did toil 
Whilst ithers waited a' the while 

To hear his fate. 
Hoo he should sing ower Scotia's isle, 

And be na blate. 

To sing whate'er should please himsell, 
To sing what unto him befell. 
To sing by burn and woody dell 

The lassies braw 
That he did woo and lo'e sae well 

By birk or shaw. 

To sing o' nature's honest men 

In cantie but or cosie ben. 

The chields that he sae well did ken 

And lo'ed to meet, 
And wha deserved the praise his pen 

Laid at their feet. 
To sing ''Ye banks and braes of Doon" 
And ''I'll gang nae mair to yon toon" 
Or the "Bonnie Mary Morrison 

As lichts a fairy 
And that sae sweet to bonny tune. 

Hie. Highland Mary." 
To sing o' "Tam O'Shanter's mare," 
To sing aboot "The Holy Fair," 
"First when Maggie was my care" 

Or "Duncan Gray," 
"O' wandering by the banks o' Ayr 

Ae winter's day." 



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To sing o' "Nancy, Nannie, Jean," 
And itlier lassies too I ween, 
He met by leafy shaw or green 

When he was young. 
In praise o' maist braw lassies seen 

His harp he strung. 

Wi' manly independent breast 
Richt bauldly he himself exprest 
Before the rich, though he their guest, 

When questions rose, 
And Lords did think that they kenned best 

Ower Athole brose. 

And wha while lords and ladies fine 

Aft ower a glass o' rosy wine 

Would make him a' his friendship tine, 

Plied a' their art. 
Yet minded aye the days langsyne 

And kept his heart. 

While passing up auld Reekie's Street 
Wi' gentleman sae sleek and neat, 
An honest friend he chanced to meet 

And to him spak, 
As glad his old time friend to greet 

As though his back 

Was clad in best o' guid braid claith 
That was wae waur for wear or skaith. 
As though braw and warm it was baitk, 

As e'er could be ; 
He met him wi' as muckle faith 

And hearty glee. 

When he reached again the lordie's side. 
The cuif a' wrapped up in his pride 
Did daur the honest bard to chide 

In haughty strain. 
Tauld him his fame there wadna bide 

If e'er a":ain 



25. 

He spake to sic' like lookiii' men 
The rich iiae mair the bard would ken. 
And he should quit just there and then 

And na mair to them chat. 
Eauldly he said wi' tongue and pen 

•'A man's a man for a' that. " 
I^or friends to him were friends indeed, 
Though toilers for their daily bread, 
Though farmers plowing ower the mead 

Wi' dinna care ; 
Wi' Vjlessings he bade them God speed 

To muckle mair. 
T'or Robie was a clever chiel 
Wha ne'er ta foe did shaw his heel 
And feared nobody ; e'en the de'il 

He dared address. 
As he wi' sturdy step did spiel 

Up Parnassus. 
Ivet us rejoice again this nicht 
In Burns, oor bright and shining licht, 
And ne'er through life of him lose sicht, 

Nor a' he's dune, 
Till we in regions clear and bricht 

Meet him abune. 



THE WOODS. 



How pleasant to be in the woods 

In the balmy month of June, 

Where upon the high tree tops 

Each bird is singing a tune, 
A hymn of praise to the Creator above 
IFor His bountiful mercy, His wonderful love. 

How beautiful are the groves. 

How grateful is their shade, 

When from the heat of the scorching sun 

We seek the forest glade 
And silently there in the solitude 
We recline at our ease in the leafy wood. 



26. 

How fragrant the summer air 

With the perfume of new mown hay, 

How beautiful, glossy and fair 

Are the birds in their plumage gay 
As they flit about on the wanton wing 
And joyously, merrily, happily sing. 

How cool and refreshing the breeze 

Unto the suff"erer's cheek 

As under the shade of the trees 

He health for his body doth seek. 
It raises his spirits, brightens his eye 
And he thankfully raises his voice to the sky 

Saying, ''Father, I offer my heart unto Thee 

And thank Thee for all of Thy kindness to me, 

For succor received from Thy bountiful hand 

When the wheels of this life were nigh at a stand, 

For all of the blessings Thou hast bestowed 

When burdened with cares like a heavy load. 

When I almost despaired of life and of hope, 

And constantly fretfully ever did mope. 

Although from the hands of benevolent love 

Rich blessings were showered daily on me from above," 



ODD FELLOW'S MOTTO. 

FRIENDSHIP, I.OVE AND TRUTH. 

Friendship is the true bond of life 

That shall with each succeeding year 
Dispense all fratricidal strife 

And quench for aye distrust and fear. 
Then war shall cease throughout the earth 

And peace shall reign serenely bright, 
And plenty take the place of dearth 

Where all was gloom and brooding night. 
Love then shall shed a golden beam 

Upon each home and family, 
Or like a silvery gliding stream 

From heart to heart flow swiftlv. 



27. 

Then happy, all with one accord 

Shall thankful stoop and bow the knee 

To heaven's high majestic Lord, 
Our King through all eternity. 

Truth shall prevail o'er all the land 

And Error foul shall be laid low. 
Then all men, Brothers of one band 

Their friendship, love and truth will show 
In deeds of mercy to the poor 

Who need their aid and sympathy, 
And every house with open door 

Shall entertain the stranger free. 



IN MEMORIAM. 

ON THE DEATH OF MATTHEW PERRY, INDIANAPOI.IS. 

But yesterday to us he seemed 

So hale and hearty for this life, 
So strong and able as we deemed 

To battle in this rough world's strife. 

But alas ! for human expectation 

Of what the future forth will bring, 
Without one short day's intimation 

He felt the power of death's rude sting. 

Snatched suddenly from our little band 
His face no more our eyes shall see, 

No more will press his loving hand 
Nor feel the thrilling ecstacy. 

Of joy and friendship warm our hearts 
As round and round song follows song 

At our reunions : for death's darts 

Have silent made our brother's tongue. 

Genial and kind with us he mingled 

Greeting us with a friendly smile. 
Each one amongst us aye he singled 

To shake our hand and chat awhile. 



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Inquiring kindly for our welfare 
Or how we prospered by the way, 

Happy to hear if we did share 
A taste of joy from day to day. 

And if the world's sorrows touched us 
Plunging us deep into woe and grief ^ 

His sympathizing words e'er reached us^ 
His hand afforded prompt relief. 

We'll miss him, aye w^e'U miss him sadly 

When round ag^ain comes Burn's day, 
Where he would have been right gladly 

To pass the merry hours away. 
We sorrow with his bereaved friends, 

His daughter, son and loving wife, 
Hoping w^hen their race on this earth ends 

They shall meet him in a bettter life 
Where cares and sorrows ne'er shall come, 

Where partings shall forever cease. 
Where in a bright eternal home 

The good shall dwell in perfect peace. 



IN MEMORIAM, 



ON THE DKA.TH OF AI^EXANI>ER MATHEWSON, INTDIAN^ 
APOI,rS. 

A short time ago he came to our city, 

A lonely young man, lowly humble and poor, 
Homeless and friendless enlisting our pity, 

And in want he called at our workshop door. 
He left his own land far away o'er the sea 

To seek for wealth on Columbia's shore. 
He left his relations with heart light and free. 

Little recking that they should see him no more. 
But soon these fond hopes he cherished were blighted^ 

The fair golden dream from his fancy had fled. 
When here in this city sad and benighted 

Our aid he desired to procure work and bread. 



29. 

He little expected to starv^e in a land 

Where plenty was said to exist evermore, 
And where far away from his loved native land 

All enough might receive of the new world's store. 
With our assistance he procured work at last, 

His immediate wants very soon were relieved, 
Hope returned to his heart so lately down cast 

And freely amongst us life's pure air he breathed. 
With high aims and bright prospects his bosom nc 
burned 

Since winter had fled w^th its mantle of snow 
Ahd glownng with beauty bright spring had returned 

Driving far from his bosom the feelings of woe. 
His life for some time then he seemed to enjoy, 

A pleasant companion with heart light and free, 
Of life's pleasures drinking though mixed with alloy, 

His countrymen often desiring to see. 
But alas !, ah ! too soon disease with its pain 

Laid hold on his vitals, encompassed his life 
Hope fled from his heart on its plumed wings again 

And Death soon released him from sorrow and strife. 
We followed the bier with his corpse to the grave. 

His remains in the dust we laid down with rare. 
While around that sad spot the willows did wave 

We fervently breathed for his mother a prayer. 
Oh ! may he who tempers the wind to the lamb 

Prepare her fond heart for the news of his death, 
Who though far away was her own darling son 

And murmured her name with his last d^dng breath. 
Soothe her. Oh ! Lord, with thy comforting spirit 

For the loss of her son so far, far away. 
And may they together dear heaven inherit 

And dwell there united the long endless day. 



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30. 

BPISTlvE 

TO MY BROTHER AND STSTKR, JOSEPH AND MARY 

PICKARD, NEAR I^EEDS, YORKSHIRE, ENG- 

IvAND, FEB. 1886. 

While winter with his icy hand 
With mighty grasp enfolds the land 

And holds it fast secure, 
While winds around my dwelling blow 
And deeply lies the glistening snow 

So beautiful and pure, 
I sit me down to pen this line 

To thee so far away 
Who should be dear to me and mine 

While life holds still her sway, 

With good will I hope still 

To merit thy esteem. 

So stay for and pray for 

A new poetic gleam. 
Remembering the days langsyne 
When but a lad I saw thee fine 

So stalwart and so tall. 
So vigorous in brain and limb, 
So full of life, so full of vim 

Thou stood the peer of all, 
A sturdy oak of English birth 

Thou wert in days of yore. 
And firmly trod thy mother earth 

When little past thy score 

Of life's years without fears 

Such was near thy age, 

Thy young life 'gan the strife 

Of battle fierce to wage. 

Across the wild Atlantic main 
Thy welcome letter safely came 

And cheered my grateful heart. 
With joy my inmost bosom burned 
As o'er and o'er I deftly turned 

Its pages on my part, 



3T. 

And read the message there revealed 
Of kindred love and joy, 

Which from thy bosom now revealed 
Were lavished on the boy 
Who on a time in Scotia's clime 
Dwelt with thee w^hen a child 
And found there thy tenderest care 
His infant hours beguiled. 

Though many years since then have fled 
And passed o'er that once childish head 

His heart is still the same, 
Tender as when in youthful glee 
He lovingly prattled on thy knee 

And sought thy love to claim. 
Though wandering far from thee away 

He strives yet for the right. 
That he may meet thee on that day 

There in that land of light 
Where ever seen with joy supreme 

We behold our Savior dear, 
Where not a sigh will e'er come nigh 

To cause a single tear, 

And my dear sister, thy dear wife, 
I mind what joy in early life 

I often had with her, 
Who eldest of the children was 
Yet never proved herself the cause 

Of making any suffer. 
But rather by her kindly aid 

Did help us on our way 
When bairns trials sair dismayed 

In that our life's young day. 
She cheered oft and cleared oft 

The thorny paths we trod, 
She bade us and made us 

Bear up beneath our load. 

Thy letter duly came to hand 
From thv far and distant land, 



32. 

The home of Britous true, 
Who for a thousand years or more 
Did wage their wars upou that shore 

Against a tyrant crew, 
Till they at last the victory gained 

O'er tyrany and might. 
And freedom to the world obtained 

By conquering in the right. 
Ne'er fail then to hail then, 
These noble Britons bold. 
Those freemen, those strong men 

Who lived in days of old. 
Oh ! God, onr friend and father dear, 
Who se'est us shed the bitter tear 

For many a wayv>'ard sin, 
Forgive us, Oh ! forgive, wq cry 
And help us with thy grace to try 

To conquer and to win 
The victory of every foe 

That doth assail us here 
And seeks to bring eternal woe 

And doom our souls to fear. 
Thou who art love, enthroned above. 

Who for us bled and died, 
Be near anon and cheer us on. 

E'er keep us by Thy side. 
And now my brother and sister too 
I bid you for awhile adieu, 
And kindly to you send 
Our warmest love and true affection. 
As shown by this our first exertion 

In rhyming to a friend. 
I hope to have 3^our answer soon 

To this bit screed o' mine. 
And trust before the next new moon 

You will indite your line. 
No more the nmse we will abuse 

By driving her too fast, 
But let her rest when at her best 
That she may longer last 



33. 
EPISTLE 

TO JOHN WII^KINSON, INDIANAPOI.IS. 

Noo auld freend John, I take my pen 
To write a line to you agen 

Wham I lo'e weel and dear, 
In answer to your kindly letter^ 
I trow I couldna get a better 

Frae ony far or near. 
It cheered my heart to read it ower 

And a' the news you sent 
To praise ower weel is yont my power 

But I am weel content 

Sae thinkin' I'm clink in' 

Some thochts into a rhyme 

That ye may see what I could dae 

Had I but just the tim€. 
Your letter found me unco weel 
And it werna for the muckle dell 

Wha aye is trouble raisin' 
By using his satanic arts 
Upon our poor, weak, sinfu^ hearts 

Oor fralities ay praisin'. 
He'd make us think oorsells sae guid 

That we ha'e naught to fear, 
As if we werna flesh and bluid 

And didna shed a tear 
Owermony sins and shortcomin's 

That vex us real and sair 
And mak' us sigh as we draw nigh 

To God in earnest prayer. 
Ootside the wintry blast is blawin' 
And light snaw flakes are quickly fa' in 

Doon on oor mither earth, 
While cosie by the warm fireside 
Fu' snug I sit and safe abide 

Sae favored frae my birth, 
Wi'a the blessings o"* the years 
That noo are past and gane. 
Though I had mony griefs and fears 



34. 

And muckle toil and pain, 
Hoo gracious and precious 

My heritage has been 
Showered on me, poured on me, 

Frae Loves ain hand unseen. 

Your letter lies before me noo, 
A welcome visitor I trow 

As e'er I've had of late, 
Wi' a' the news that it contains ; 
I thank you kindly for your pains 

But lang for it did wait. 
I'm glad to ken ye've been sae thrang 

Wi' needle and wi' shears 
Fitting the bodies o' the gang 

I hope for joy — no tears, 
Auld prick the louse I hope ye're crouse 

And canty a' at hame. 
Noo bear wi' me and hear frae me 

I speak na to your shame. 
Noo dinna tak' it sair to heart 
Ye were sae lang to tak' a start 

To answer scrap o' mine ; 
Time mak's a' things richt they say, 
And brought your letter safe a'e day 

Around my heart to twine. 
The words o' love o' former years 

When af times we would meet, 
Those kindly words a ^t brought the tears 

Those messengers sae sweet 
Owerflowing, thus showing 

The heart's love deep sincere. 
Caressing and blessing 

We hailed ilk ither dear. 
"For human frailty alas," 
These are your words I would impress ; 

To err indeed is human, 
But I would add to this your line 
That to forgive is sure divine, 

Greater than virtue Roman 



35. 

Wha boasted o' heroic deeds 

On fields of battle gory 
But never had it in their creeds 

To forgive the greater glory. 
Then imitate and cultivate 

This gift indeed o' grace, 
That beaming and gleaming 

It may shine in thy face. 

Sae and his guid wife 

Ha'e lately been enjoying life 

By traveling abroad, 
A crossing ower the deep wide sea 
Seeing o' Lunnon and Paris 

And making their abode 
In many a distant far off clime, 

Seeing Cockneys and their ways, 
Or ower the channel for a time 

Say in' **parlez vous francaise/' 
Or hearin' them swearin' 

''Eh, bien, Sacre Dieu " 
Wi' wonder to wander 

And then at last adieu. 

And oor guid auld freen, 

Ye surely mony sights ha'e seen 

Sae lang ye've been awa\ 
I vow I'd like to have been wi' ye 
And place after place had seen wi' ye 

And gi'en them a' a ca'. 
Can ye no write and gi'e a description 

O' places that you've seen 
And speak your mind without restriction 

As ye should to a freen ? 
Reveal then and heal then 

My curiosity. 
Inditing thee, inviting thee, 

I ask it o' your pity. 

But takes the cake 

In simmer at Minnetonka Lake 

Where rich folks gang a fishin'. 



36. 

Then in the winter at New Orleans 
As if he were a man o' means 

Guid luck to him I'm wishin', 
Though it would seem his lot is fickle 

As ever fell to ony, 
But I trust for a' he has a pickle 

O' the ready money 
To freely use and na abuse 

Whatever he has to spare, 
When meetin' wi' and greetin' wi' 

His auld freens guid and rare. 
I suppose when Burns' day cam' roun' 
In your bit inland railroad toon 

Ye were made unco happy, 
Gathering together fra'e land o' Scots 
And o' aneanither takin' notes, 

I doubt na ower the nappy 
Which durin' the night ye'd aften sip 

As freen after freen did greet ye 
While frae the heart borne on the lip. 

Were words o' love, aiblius o' pity. 
Sons o' heather met together 

Are a happy sight to see, 
Sae freendly greetin' ilke ither meetin' 

On that night frae care set free. 
Noo fare ye weel the muse must rest 
I trow wi' me sh^'s dune her best, 

I here frae her maun light 
And dinna wi' my lines be hard ; 
Ye ken I'm but a lowly bard 

Yet striving to be right. 
And answer soon wi' heart o' grace 

This limpin' cripple rhyme. 
For I would like to see your face 

And hope to yet sometime. 
N.OO fare ye weel and bear ye weel 

The burden o' your years 
And think o' me when this ye see 

Wi' a' my griefs and fearsl 



37. 
EPISTI.B, 

TO JAMES MCI^AREN; NE:WARK, NEW JERSKV. 

Some thirty years have passed awa' 
Wi' simmer sun aud winter snaw, 
Since in your toon sae far awa' 

I first ye kenl. 
When to the grove we hied us a' 

On pleasure bent. 
I mind fu' weel the place sae fine 
Where wi' the compass and the line, 
Either it was wi' tap^ or twine, 

We made the rinks 
When you and Sandy McGregor syne 

Played sic high jinks. 
Ye pitched the quoits and made them whirl 
Fast through the air wi' sic' a swirl, 
And finely ye did mak' them birl 

Doon on the pin ; 
Aft 'gainst ilk ither they would dirl 

Wi' siccan din. 
Ye chose me to your play direct, 
I did dae sae wi' great respect, 
I aften had to sair reflect 

Hoo ye should play ; 
My duty I did na neglect 

Upon that day. 
While Sandy's man, big buirdly chieL 
Was fu' o' fun and ettled weel, 
He fu' o' confidence did feel 

Aboot his man. 
And aften turning on his heel 

He would us bann. 
But jist fu' pawkie and fu' slee 
A word or twa or hint I'd gi'e 
When a' sae neat upon the tee 

Your quoit gaed smack ; 
I tauld them then wi' muckle glee 

To gi'es their crack. 



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And sae the game went slowly on, 
Ye got a shot and then anon 
He'd get anither as oft upon 

The pin he lay. 
Ower siccan play the sun ne'er shone 

As on that day. 

But time was ca'ed before the game ; 
Mair than half dune it was a shame, 
But weel ye tried to make ye're fame 

Ring near and far ; 
Noo at this day nane can ye name 

But as a star. 
Well, Jamie lad, nae doot ye mind 
The lad wha left you far behind 
A'e April day ye were sae kind. 

To see him go 
Borne on the wings o' steam and wind 

For w^eal or woe ? 

His native land received him sound 
Withouten either hurt or wound, 
And his folks a' weel he found 

Glad him to greet, 
But noo a' laid by in the mound 

Beneath oor feet. 
I was sorry to see you hurt yoursel' , 
Ye must ha'e slipped and nearly fell, 
Just how 'twas dune ye couldna tell, 

Twas dune sae quick, 
But this ye ken ye're back sae well, 

Has noo a crick. 
But noo I ken ye're wonderin', thinkin 
Wha this bit o' rhyme is clinkin'. 
While thochts abootyour brain are jinkin^ 

Without remead. 
It's only I wi' sleep near blinkin', 

George Lindsay Reid. 



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EPISTLE, 

To MY BROTHER, JOHN I.. REID, DANVIIyl^E, II^IylNOlS. 

My ain, my kind and only brither, 
Besides you noo' I ha'e no ither, 
And what to say I'm in a swither, 

For my neglect 
I should be licket ower the wither 

Into respect. 
A year has nearly come and gane 
Since ye wrote me kindly and fu' fain, 
But proscrastination is my bane, 

In writing letters ; 
I should be burdened wi' a chain 

Or bound in fetters. 
But noo frae hence I vow and swear 
Gin ye wi' me w411 langer bear 
Sheet after sheet to write and tear 

Till I shall please ye, 
Your mind and body baith to wear, 

Guid faith I'll tease ye. 
Your letter cam' the ither day 
And made my heart baith blythe and gay, 
For mair success I yet would pray 

In time to come, 
And that guid luck wi' you might stay 

And a' your home. 
I read your letter ower and ower 
And glad was I 'twas in your power 
To rise abune the cloud and shower 

O* fortune's blast, 
Till ye your millions three or four 

Should sune lay past. 
Then live in auld age at your ease 
Wi' nocht to vex but a' to please, 
Having plenty o' this world's 'crease 

To oil life's loom 
Till it wear oot and ever cease 

In silent doom. 



40. 

Though puir myseV I still am canty 
Aud afteii I am prood and vauntie, 
Saying to myself let naething daunt me 

O' wordly care, 
As long's ye' re weel and aye have plenty 

O' hamely fare. 

I'm sittiu' hy the fireside thinkin' 
These thochts I into rhyme am clinkin^ 
Sometimes they flee and after jinkin' 

Aboot awhile, 
I catch them up as they are sinkin^ 

To durance vile. 

But noo I maun draw to a close 
Or else frae verse drap into prose ; 
But for this time this mcde 1 chose 

C ryhmin' news, 
The truth to you I will disclose 

Forced by the muse. 

My wife and I send a' oor love 

To you and your's though far we rove, 

May peace e'er like a brooding dove 

Sit in your liame. 
And mercy point the way above 

A shining flame. 



THE LUNCH STAND. 



, he keeps a lunch stand neat 

At the corner of Illinois and Washington Street, 
And there you can get of everything plenty 
From a fine selection both rare and dainty. 

Right tiddy faloo, faloo, fala ra day. 

Right faloo ral a — 

As you walk down that way his place you'l espy 
And if you are hungry don't pass it by. 
But step inside and ycur order in a trice 
Will be served up to you both rare and nice. 



41. 

There he has pork and beans and pickled pig's feel, 

And ham and eggs so fine to eat, 

Cr steak and potatoes — a very fine dish, 

And should you prefer, you can have some fish. 

Or should you want oysters just wait a short while, 

He will serve them up to you in any style, 

Either raw or fried or scalloped too — 

Or better, you can have a splendid stew. 

No he is a very fine fellow. 

Polite and friendly and very mellow, 
Eegotten I assure you of a very fine stock:, 
He can enjoy with any a very good joke. 
Then take my advice and give him a call 
If anything you should want to eat at all, 
He will do what is right by you every time 
If its only to the small amount of a dime, 

A PRAYER. 
Weak and sinful though I be, 

I approach Thee, gracious Lord 
And ask that Thou would' st unto me 

Some promise of Th}^ word afford; 
.Some precious blessing let me find 

That I may honor Thee still more. 
Pure make my humble contrite mind 

And I will praise thee and adore, 
^ave me henceforth from all the sin 

Which hereunto in my life has been 
A thorn to rankle in ni}^ breast. 

Wash Thou and make me ever clean ; 
Oh! glorify thyself in me 

Thou maker of all things below ; 
Oh! may the thoughts that dwell in Christ 

Into and from my mind e'er flow. 
To those with whom I have to deal 

May some kind word and thought be given 
Which may into their bosom steal 

And turn their thoughts from earth to heaven; 



42. 

So thus may I from day to day 
Become more useful, Lord, to Thee, 

That when my life has passed away 
I may enjoy eternity. 



"Come angels ever bright and fair,*' 
Thy loving watch o'er us to keep. 

Near hover in the midnight air 

And guard our persons while we sleep. 

With brighter hopes our life renew. 
Stay close beside us all the while, 

Our hearts keep ever pure and true. 
Prevent our lips from speaking guile. 

At early morning when we wake 
Prompt us to sing sweet hymns of praise 

To Him who dwells above the skies. 
To Him of everlasting days. 

Angels watch ever o'er our home, 
Thy loving vigils o'er us keep — 

Unto our side at twilight come, 
Oh! guard us ever while we sleep. 



IN MEMORIAM 

TO MY DEPARTED WIFE. 

Oh ! where art thou Beckie, the joy of my hear 

Oh ! why my dear darling so soon did we pa 

In Elysian fields dost thou ever more roam ? 

Oh ! where, tell me where, is thy bright spirit home ? 

Thou beautiful being so dear unto me, 

Oh ! when shall my eyes thy fair spirit e'er see. 

When join thee amongst the bright spirits above 

And breathe in thy ear the sweet accents of love ? 

I think of thee, Beckie, by night and by day. 
And longs my sad spirit to hasten away 
To regions of bliss where thy spirit so fair 
Doth breathe in the fragrance of perfumes so rare. 



43. 

Then watch for me, Beckie, for soon I will come 
And walcDmi m^, darling, to heaven, thy home, 
There ever to dwell in those regions of light 
Where bright day ever smiles unclouded by night. 



THE RIVER SAINT JOE, 

Let great poets sing of their fair flowing rivers 

Meandering through lovely valleys so green, 
Where the beam of the sun on their clear water quivers 

And lights up with beauty each dear sylvan scene. 
Where all is delightful and pleasant and sunny, 

Where flowers of great beauty in profusion grow, 
I will sing of a river the equal of any 

It is no less a stream than the river St. Joe. 

Its lofty green banks gaily decked with bright flowers 

Are truly reflected within its clear stream. 
There are many enchanting and natural bowers 

Where lovers may wander and poets may dream, 
Where swift by these bowers with a gay rippling motion, 

E'er glistening and sparkling its pure waters flow, 
No river deserves more a poet's devotion 

Than this swift flowing stream, the river St. Joe. 

Flow on thou fair river and sing while thou'rt flowing. 

As oft thou hast done in the days long ago, 
E'er the red man beheld thy waves warmly glowing 

Or dashed o'er those waves in pursuit of his foe. 
Flow on in thy beauty by hills and through meadows 

Where the crops of the husbandman flourish and grow, 
Here kissed by the sunshine, there hid by the shadows, 

To thy rest in the lake, thou lovely Saint Joe. 



COLLECTION OF HYMNS. 

Oh ! Jesus, source of every joy 

That fills each humble Christian heart, 
Those pleasures are without alloy 

Which thou to thine dost e'er impart. 



44. 

Oh 1 what delightful hours are those 

We spend before thy throne in pra3^er^ 
When ta Thy side we each draw close 

Any see Thee fairest of the fair. 
By faith we see thee on the cross 

For us Thou died upon the tree, 
For us Thou counted all things loss 

That Thou from sin might set us free. 
And now our hearts to Thee would cling,, 

Our eyes behold our pardon there, 
Now all we have to thee we bring 

Oh ! Thou the fairest of the fair. 
And when at last we come to die 

Cease struggling for a parting breathy. 
Wilt Thou then waft our souls on high 

And help us conquer in our death ? 
Wilt thou receive us in that clime 

To greet our friends already there 
And join with them in praise sublime 

Of Thee, the fairest of the fair ? 



HYMN. 

Above all joys we can possess 

While here on earth below, 
Above all joys that truly bless 

Which human hearts can know. 
There is a joy o'er all supreme 

Which soothes the troubled breast,. 
^Tis found beneath the mercy seat 

Of all our joys the best. 
It is the sense of pardoning grace 

Which fills the heart with peace, 
'Tis found by faith, retained by faith, 

It never more shall cease, 
But surely grow while here below, 

A bud of promise given 
To bloom at last when life is past 

A lovely flower in heaven. 



45. 

I would that all this joy may find^ 

So precious to the soul, 
Its peace will satisfy the mind 

While eudless ages roll, 
In heaven above redeeming love 

Will e'er our tongues employ. 
To sing the glorious glad refrain 

Will be our dearest joy. 

Then ma}^ we tune our vaices here 

To praise the Saviour's name, 
And cry aloud the joyful news : 

Behold ! Behold ! the Lamb 
Who once was slain upon the tree 

That sinners he might save. 
But lives again to ever reign 

Victorious o'er the grave. 



LIFE FOR A LOOK. 

Look away to Jesus, weary soul, 

While sin's billows round thee rudely roll^ 

Though the tempest rages high 

In a stormy cloud tossed sky, 

He will see thy pleading eye. 
Weary soul 

^Tis written in the book, weary soul, 
There is life for a look, weary soul. 
He will send thee joy and peace 
And from sin thy soul release, 
To thy heart for e'er give ease, 
Weary soul. 

Then thou shalt sing &>r joy, happy soul, 
Praise shall e'er thy lips employ, happy souL 
Christ shall ever be thy song 
As to heaven you move along 
Soon to join the blood washed throng, 
Happy soul. 



46. 

With grateful hearts may we resolve 

To do the Master's will 
And while the years around revolve 

The post of duty fill. 
May praise attend upon our lips, 

In our hearts dwell love divine, 
May future work the past eclipse 

And each lamp brighter shine. 
The Lord shall be to us a tower 

Of strength in time of need, 
His grace shall give us greater power 

To do each noble deed. 
Let us take each other by the hand 

And vow e'er to be true, 
And nobly an unbroken baud 

Be bold to dare and do. 



HYMN. 

Master, another week has sped, 
Another Sabbath day has fled, 
And e'er to rest I lay my head 

I ask what have I done for Thee. 
Something from Thee I've tried to seek, 
Some words for Thee I've tried to speak. 
And though I have been very weak 

I've done some work I trust for Thee. 
I worshiped Thee among the throng 
And felt thy presence us among, 
I sang Thy praise in sweetest song, 

So much, dear Lord. I've done for Thee. 
And now before I seek my rest 
I ask for what Thou seest best. 
That I may be most truly blest 

With strength to do more w^ork for Thee. 



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47. 
HYMN. 

I heard a voice from Calvary's mountain 

Say, weary sinner come to me, 
Drink from rm the living fountain 

And no more e'er thirst}^ be. 
Thy sins have all been laid upon me, 

I will wash their stains away 
If only 3^ou wnll hearken to me 

And in the future watch and pray. 
That voice I heard and went to Jesus 

And drank of that life-giving stream, 
He came to me who from sin frees us 

And changed the spirit of my dream ; 
So now the glory of his presence 

Is my joy by night and day, 
While praying that his kindly guidance 

May keep me in the narrow way. 



SABBATH BELLS. 

Those Sabbath bells how sweet they ring 
To cheer our hearts and mike us sing, 
Of heavenly joy their music tells, 
I love to hear those Sabbath bells. 
Those Sabbath bells, their cheering voice 
Bids every sin-sick soul rejoice, 
Tell Je3U3 died on Calvary, 
Tell how God loved humanity. 
Those Sabbath bells they call along 
To praise and prayer and sacred song, 
They call to worship true, sincere 
In this sweet spring time of the year. 

Those Sabbath bells, their joyous peal 
Soothes every care, and make us feel 
Our sins forgiven through Christ the Lord 
Because we trust him and his word. 



48. 
PATRIOTIC SONGS. 

The banner of our country fair 

Is o'er us streaming fairly 
And as it floats out on the air 
Its stars are beaming clearly. 

That flag of old, each fold on fold, 
Let all true men from hill and plain, 
From shore to shore our country o'er 
Vow still to love more dearly. 

Ye hardy sons of rustic toil. 

Revere the emblem which you see, 
Let no slave live upon the soil 

Your fathers fought and bled to free. 
Then swear for e'er that flag to bear 
In serried ranks, in strong phalanx, 
Whene'er a foe shall strike a blow 
Against your lives or liberty. 

This glorious land of your's and mine 

Is freedom's shrine and altar. 
Then guided by the hand divine 
Press on and never falter, 

Sing freedom's song, its notes prolong 
Till o'er the sea all men are free, 
And with like praise their voices raise 
To heaven for freedom's shelter. 



TUNE, ''AMERICA." 

Our country, ever dear, 
Where all from far and near 

May dwell in peace ; 
Here ever clear and bright 
Shines freedom's holy light 
To greet our grateful sight 

And never cease. 

Blest country of the West, 
Of all the lands the best 
Under the sun. 



49. 

Let us preserve her nam^ 
High on the scroll of Fame, 
Long burn the sacred flame 
Our sires begun. 

Great God ! with grateful praise, 
Our voices we would raise 

To Thee in song. 
For blessings which thy love 
Sends daily from above, 
May we e'er thankful prove 

A happy throng. 



TEMPERANCE POEMS AND SONGS. 

ANNIVERSARY POEM OF MEX\3H\ I^ODGE 85, I. O. G. T. 
OCTOBER 19, 1889. 

TUNE, ''What the Bells Said." 

The leaves were red and yellow, 

The autumn sun shone bright, 
All nature sear and mellow 

Was pleasing to the sight ; 
The birds still hovered round us 

And trilled their notes forth sweet, 
The grass and sweet leaved clover 

Lay crisp beneath our feet, 
Sending fragrance forth on the warm balmy air, 

Happy birdies singing, singing ; 
I then thought to nu^self, all the world is West 

And we are joyously marching on. 

With words of earnest import 

Our Grand Chief came along, 
He stirred our minds to action. 

Our lips to ardent song ; 
He told the baneful story 

Of Rum's accursed sway, 
And how in pain and anguish 

Full many a victim lay , 



50. 

How 'twas sweeping them downwards to drunkards' 
graves, 
Swiftly, sadly, surely, madly, 
Of many broken hearts who in deep sorrow mourn 
And wearily wend life's way. 
He urged us on to action 

Beneath our banner fair, 
To stem the tide of evil. 

Nor give up in despair ; 
We heard his urgent pleading. 

We joined the temperance band 
Now^ marching on to conquest 
Throughout our native land ; 
As we go we sing now with heart light and free, 

Glad songs, gay songs, sweet songs, brave songs ; 
For the future is bright with fair hopes we see. 
As w^e steadily march along. 
One year has now since sped onward. 

And the battle we've bravely fought 
By gathering into a safe fold 

Many lost ones whom we have sought. 
vSo now with numbers strengthened 

We wage the war still on. 
Enkindled with fresh courage 
By the victories we have won ; 
Still with earnest hearts and with purpose true, 

Gravely, stoutly, bravely, boldly, 
We will step to the tune of the temperance song 
And so fearlessly march along. 

TOUCH NOT THE WINE. 

Let those who may drink of the fruit of the vine 

And sip with delight of the rosy wine 

As it sparkles and shines so bright and so fair — 

It is a deceiver, a demon kirks there. 

Ah ! fatal to them will the draught be at last. 

When the mirth and the joy are faded and past, 

For down to the deepest of depths will they go 

And suffer the doom of an endless woe. 



51. 

Then touch not the wine 

Though it sparkle and shine, 

Be it Moselle or Rhine 
It will bite like a serpent at last, 
And sting like an adder w^hen pleasure is past. 

Many in youth have become its vile slaves 

And deeply disgraced have filled drunkard's graves, 

Who might have attained all of life's great ends 

And proved a great blessing to family and friends ; 

But they drank of the wine and it maddened their brain, 

They drank of the wine and it blasted their name. 

They drank and it led into folly and crime. 

Whose lives might have been made forever sublime. 

CHORUS : 

Now let one and all here exercise self restraint, 
And avoid with deep loathing the slightest attaint 
Of the venom that lurks in its death-dealing bite. 
Whose end is dark death in oblivions night ; 
Then dash down the cup full of rosy wine, 
Nor e'er again raise it to lips of thine. 
But ever engage against it in strife 
And drink, only drink, the pure water of life. 

CHORUS : 



TUNE, ''Todlin lianie." 

While here a' alane I sit and I think 

Hoo aft wi' the lads I ha'e ta'en a drap drink 

To pass awa' time or drive awa' care. 

But noo I am dune and will bumper nae niair, 

Bumper nae mair, bumper nae mair. 
But noo I am dune and will bumper nae mair. 
I thought to mysel' I ha'e tippled ower lang 
And sae to tell a' I write this bit sang, 
O' this world's troubles we a' ha'e oor share 
Without the drap drink that brings mony mair ; 

Bumper nae mair, bumper nae mair, 
Sae come noo my friends and bumper nae mair. 



52. 

Oh ! leeze me on drink, its a harmfu' thing, 
And aye leaves ahint, a sharp, sair sting, 
To injure oorselves is indeed na fair 
Sae let us break aff and bumper nae mair ; 

Bumper nae mair, bumper nae mair, 
Sae let us break afif and bumper nae mair. 
There's mon}^ a man that would fain gi'e ower 
But drink has got him sae much in his power, 
Made him to his friends a burden o' care, 
Glad would they be did he bumper nae mair, 

Bumper nae mair, bumper nae mair, 
Glad would they be did he bumper nae mair. 
Come tak' my advice and fu' happy you'll be, 
x\s blythe as a lark and as busy's a bee, 
The tiaill day lang you will sing evermair 
And prood you will be that you bumper nae mair, 

Bumper nae mair, bumper nae mair, 
And prood you will be that you bumper nae mair. 



vSGNGS. 
oh! johnny come back again. 
For sometime past I must confess 

M}^ heart's been sad and full of woe, 
And oft I've thought 'twas not amiss 
That I should wish to see ni}- beau. 
And when he came here to see me to-day 
His face appeared so bright and cheery 
That my spirits were raised up right awa}' 

And my heart at once grew gav and nierrv 
CHORUS : 

O Johnny come back again, my dear, 

I beg you don't stay so long away, 

For I must confess when you are here, 

My heart is happy, light and gay. 

The birds sing sweeter on the trees. 

More beautiful doth bloom the flowers. 
With fragrance laden seems the breeze 
And swifter fly the winged hours ; 



•53. 

The world more joyous doth appear, 
I am happy all the livelong day 

When beside me is my own dear, 

He drives each sorrow and care away. 

CHORUS : 

Now I and he are going to marry, 

Oh ! soon I hope to call him mine. 
Till that day comes I scarce can tarry 

Mv heart with his fore'er to twine ; 
Oh ! happy then my heart shall be 

With Johnny ever b}^ my side, 
My husband he, so dear to me, 

And I his joyous, loving bride. 

CHORl'S : 



SONG. 

He wooed and won my trusting heart 

When I was beautiful and young ; 
For well he plied the lover's art 

W^itli his fond looks and flattering tongue ; 
He praised my shapely comely form, 

He said my face was fair to see. 
And from life's bitter pelting storm 

Oft promised he would shelter me. 
I loved him better than my life, 

I worshipped him almost I trow, 
And through the future care and strife 

Would have soothed his throbbing fevered brow, 
. I yielded to his fond embrace, 

With him life's sweetest joys did share. 
But with a heart devoid of grace 

For me and mv love did he care. 



SONG. 

While far from thee, dear native land 
Now sad with \yeary feet I wander. 

And think of thy fair sea-washed strand 
Where lingering memory loves to ponder 



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Thou land where oft in childhood's hours 
My feet have pressed thy blooming heather 

And quaffed in thy enchanted bowers 
vSweet pleasures gone alas forever. 

By Devon's winding crystal stream, 

With youthful careless footsteps straying 
I've watched beneath the sun's clear beam 

Its waters glistening, rippling, playing : 
There in the pleasant summer time 

While flowers on its banks were blooming 
I've heard the distant church bells chime, 

Their sounds my lips to praise attuning. 

Oh ! Scotia, land of heath and broom, 

Land of the torrent lake and fountain, 
Where bright blue bells in beauty bloom 

Upon each hill and towering mountain. 
Now while in this far distant land 

I read of thee in Scottish story, 
And think of all th\' heroes grand, 

I'll love thee for thine ancient glorv. 



SERENADE. 



Dear lady fair, awake. Oh ! awake from thy slumbers, 
Wliile far across the lake the breeze wafts my sweet num- 
bers. 
My harp's sweet tuneful string sounds to the loving strain 
Which for thine ears I sing as I seek thy bower again. 

The moon shines bright and clear in the heaven's deep 

azure blue, 
And sheds her silvery light over evervthing I view. 
While quiet reigns around come listen to my song ; 
W^ith love life's pulses bound I would not detain thee long 

Oh ! wake my lady fair, but if an enchanting dream 
As light and thin as air, like a gentle murmuring stream. 
Still binds thy senses fast in slumbers soft and deep 
My strain will soon be past, then no more my watch I'll 
keep. 



55. 



Farewell, young lady bright, now ends my melodious lay, 
For e'er the morning light I must hie me far away. 
But ril remember thee though in distant lands I roam, 
And soon as I am free I will seek thy mountain home. 



vSONG. 

I lo'ed a lass wi' raven hair, 

She was a lovely lass T ween, 
vShe was sae tender, true and rare. 

And had twa bright black sparkling een 
vShe met me wi' a winsome smile 

Whene'er I gaed the lass to see, 
And wi' a heart aye free frae guile 

I aft her sweet red lips did pree. 

When simmer days were lang and warm, 

Wi' ither lasses aft I've been, 
But nane my heart could ever charm 

Like this dear lass, my bonny Jean. 
Noo through the future o' life's years 

Until the very day I dee 
Amid my joys, my griefs and fears, 

My bonnie Jean, I'll mind o' thee. 



SONG, 

We are a' frae the land o' the thistle and heather, 
We are a' frae the land o' the brave and the free, 

And while here the night we forgather together 
May we spend it sae canty wi' wit, mirth and glee. 

Oor forefathers fought bravely ower mony a lield. 
Oft defeating the Norman, the Saxon and Dane, 

Swiftly driving them back with the claymore and shield 
Over mountain and vale to the shore of the main. 

When the English invaded our dear native land. 
Then bold Wallace the banner of freedom unfurled 

And led into battle his brave warlike band. 
Till back from their hamlets the tyrants they hurled. 



56. 

Then now let us sing her brave sons and fair daughters 

Wha still live to add to her glory and fame, 
And though far far across the wide waste of waters 

May we lo'e and aye cherish that ever dear name. 
Then here's to the land o' the thistle and heather, 

The land o' a people sae brave and sae free, 
And joyfully aft let us forgather together, 

x\lthough her blest shore we may nevermore see, 



ADDED VERSE TO A SONG ENTITI.ED, ''HER BRIGHT 
SMII.E HAUNTS ME STILL." 

I shall soon be laid at rest 

By my friends and comrades dear, 
But the one that I love best 

She will not come nigh my bier, 
Yet with my last parting breath. 

When cold, benumbed and chill, 
I shall speak her name in death 

And behold her smiling still. 



JEAN McINTYRE. 

Alt, aft ha'e I wandered by Alva's green braes. 

Aft there to my lass I ha'e sung sangs o' praise, 

Aft wandered wi' her I did sae much admire, 

My ain dawtie dearie, braw Jean Mclntyre. 

In spring when ilk wee bird was biggin' its nest, 

I ha'e sported wi' her I lo'ed dearest and best, 

'Twas then her dear charms set my bosom on fire 

As I gazed on the beauty o' Jean Mclntyre. 

When simmer had come wi' the fu' blawn flowers 

That were nursed into life by the saft April showers, 

Of sweet converse with her I never did tire, 

vSlie was sae interesting braw Jean Mclntyre. 

In the lang winter night by her auld faither's ingle, 

Wi' lads and wi' lassies I aften did mingle ; 

Hoo swiftly the hours sped while I did aspire 

To win the pure heart o' braw Jean Mclntyre, 



57^ 
SONG. 

Come a' ye folk tliat lo*e a sang, 

And pass the hours alang wi' me, 
The night before lis yet is lang, 

lyet's spend it then %vi' mirth and glees, 

CHORUS : 

IS^oo let us a' sae happy be 

And spend the night with mirth and glee. 
Cement oor friendship wi' a saii:g 
And crack o' joys tliat winna dee, 
We meet this night to honor him 

Wha amang the Poets stands sae hie 
And wha \\'as neither prood nor prim 
But liked wi' canty chiels to be, 

CHORUS : 

And he that 'mang ns wiiina drink 
To the memory o' cor bardie slee, 

May he e'er stand on poortith^s brink 
And bj^ Jiis friends for^tten be, 

CHORUS 4 

Awa ye gruesome soiir-Faced tbnmg, 
This warld's joj's wha fear and dree, 

Let me suggest ye're maybe wrang, 
Wha refuse wi' us to happy be ? 

CHORUS : 

Here's to tlie land we lo''e sae dear, 
May blessings fa' frac heaven sae hie 

Upon h«r sons baith far and near, 
And may the}^ aye in friendship 'gree, 

CHORUS : 



CURLING SONG, 

The Aviuter is cpmin' wf snaw and ice 
And curling I hope will then be nice, 
Then awa"* wi' glee we will gae in a trice 
To play a game on tlie ice, tie ice. 



58. 

CHORUS : 

We'll awa' to the ice, awa', awa', 

Though the ground be covered wi' snaw, wi' snaw, 

Though Boreas cauld does blaw, does blaw. 

We'll awa' to the ice, awa', awa\ 
Then brithers a' let us stir aboot 
And no be sweet though its cauld to gae oot, 
The ice will be guid I ha'e nae doot, 
And we'll play hand and hand aboot, aboot. 

CHORUS : 
Noo awa we will gang wi' mirth and glee, 
And be as happy as bodies can be, 
'Twill mak' oor hearts licht and young and free 
To curl oor stanes up close to the tee. 
On the ice we will curl wi' a' oor niicht, 
While every e'en shines clear and bricht ; 
Soop it up will cry haud noo thats richt, 
We'll put oor oponents in an unco plicht. 



LIFE A FRAGMENT. 

Life in youth is like a bubbling fountain 
Gushing from the bosom of Ihe mountain, 
Meandering merrily on in its pride 
Happily, joyously down the hillside; 
Ripplihg o'er pebbles with musical clink, 
Kissing the wild flowers that grow on its brink, 
Glistening and sparkling ever and ever, 
Wending its way to tho rolling river. 

CAMPAIGN SONG NO. i. 

Our chosen clansmen tried and brave, 

Have met with bonnet, plume and feather. 
Like yoemen bold, in days of old, 

Their counsel wise to hold together, 
And choose the man to lead the van 

Of loyal men from main to main, 
So quick and short they done the work. 

And made our chieftain James G. Ekdne. 



59. 

CHORUS : 

Then hurrah ! hurrah ! now on we'll go 

F'ortli into battle once again ; 
And with brave hearts we'll meet the foe, 
I/cd by our chieftain, James G. Blaine. 
Another, too, shall lead us on. 

Who nobly fought our land to save ; 
Whoe'er was known to stand his own. 

Aye, found the foremost of the brave. 
Now let us make the welkin ring, 

With shouts at war-note of the slogan, 
And quickly now fall into line 

At the command of John A. Logan. 
CHORUS : 

Then huff ah ! hurrah ! now on we' 11 go, 

While through this land is heard the slogan. 
And bravely fight like freemen true, 

Ived on this time by Blaine and Logan. 
Now let us thank our comrades true 

For their deliberate, wise selection, 
And with our votes their wisdom prove 

On next November at election 
Then let us work with might and main, 

While through the land we hear the slogan, 
Assured our work shall not be vain. 

With this our watch- word — Blaine and Logan. 

chorus: 

Then hurrah 1 hurrah ! now on weMl go. 

When through the land is heard the slogan 
And bravely gain, as freemen should, 

The victory under Blaine and Logan. 



6o: 

CAMPAIGN SONG NO. i. 
TUNK, * 'Scotland Forever." 

I^et the Democrats exult with joy o'^er their selectioit, 

And on the wings of faith with hope triumphant rise; 
And flatter their proud hearts that at the next election 

They shall seize with one niore bound the long expected- 
prize. 
When they with joy supreme shall see their fondly 
cherished dream 

At tlie last all fulfilled, audits rich fruition yield, 
This their hope^ long far-away desired now for many at 
day, 

O, at last to hold the sway, at last to win the field. 
When the chiefs of their clans in counsel assembled, 

The sound of our war cry made their hearts to quake ; 
The boldest among them- with feai* a^Kl dismay trembled,. 

The bravest amoug th-em did falter and shake ; 
O where shall we find a man bold enougli to lead the vaiii 

Forth into the conflict this time to succeed? 
So throughout all the land, resDlving again to stand, 

They chose Grover Cleveland their forces to lead. 
Yet with courage undismayed, life's pulses they are 
bounding, 

We would enter the arena, would engage in the fray. 
And like valiant soldiers while the bugle blast is soundings 

Would bear the palm of victory from the foe-man away. 
Hear now that warlike strain, see the plumed knight of 
Maine, 

Foremost in the l>attle, in the thickest of tne fight. 
With loyal brave Logan nigh, shouting ''On- to victory, 

Now let us do or die, and God. defend the right," 



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6r. 

CAMPAIGN SONG NO. $. 
TUNE, ''Battle Cry of Freedom.'^ 

Let us railly 'round our standard, boys, rally once agaiu, 
Shouting the cry of right and freedom. 

And march forth once more to the same old stirring 
strain, 
Shouting the cry of right and freedom. 

CHORUS : 

Our party forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah, 

Down with the false men and up with the true, 

While we rally 'round our candidates, rally once again, 

Shouting the cry of right and freedom. 

Let us rally 'round our leaders, the tried and the brave, 
Shouting the cry of right and freedom, 

And never crouch to tyrants to be a willing slave, 
Shouting the cry of right and freedom. 

Let us now add to our ranks a million voters more, 

Shouting the cry of right and freedom, 
And fall into the line stretching out from shore to shoref^ 

Shouting the cry of right and freedom. 

We will follow Blaine and Logan, once more to victory,. 

Shouting the cry of right and freedom, 
And on our opponents' faces defeat and shame we'll see; 

Shouting the cry of riglit and freedom. 



CAMPAIGN SONG NO. 4. 
TUNE, "Kingdom Coming." 

Say, comrades, have you heard the good news 

That has come around this way ? 
The Democrats have nominated Grover Cleveland^ 

Who they think will win the day. 
A man who has done nothing at all 

To recommend his name ; 
But I think about November, this fall. 

Will end his short-lived fame. 



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CrtORUS : 

He will stay at home, ha ! ha ! 

We'll elect Jim Blaine, ho ! ho! 
We know this result is surely comiug, 

And we'll work to have it so. 

Independents, too, have taken him Up, 

And think they are very wise ; 
They, too, shall ddnk the dregs of the cup 

And meet a great surprise. 
The American people know too well 

Which of the two to trust, 
And next November their minds will tell 

lyike a jury wise and just. 

CHORUS : 
Now let each put his shoulder to the wheel 

And roll the car of progress on. 
Of the fairest nation in all the world. 

On which the sun e'er shone. 
Let each do his best and w'ork with zeal 

To elect the man from Maine, 
And our brave soldier boy from Illinois ; 

Iveave Cleveland in the rain. 

CHORUS : 



Campaign song no. 

Walk Around. 



Who is the Democratic Presidential nominee ? 

One Stephen Grover Cleveland. 
What service e'er was rendered to his native counttie 

By Stephen Grover Cleveland ? 

He once was made the sheriff of Brie county. 

This Stephen Grover Cleveland ; 
And served the county well in that capacity, 

Did Stephen Grover Cleveland ; 
Afterwards he was elected Mayor of BufifalOj 

This Stephen Grover Cleveland ; 



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And while there he did nothing much to show 

For Stephen Grover Cleveland ; 
And lastly he was made the Governor of New York, 

This Stephen Grover Cleveland ; 
And as such has done some very dirty work, 

Poor Stephen Grover Cleveland. 
Now this is all the reccomend his party have to show 

For Stephen Grover Cleveland ; 
If there is anything more we have it yet to know 

About Stephen Grover Cleveland. 



CAMPAIGN SONG NO. 6. 

TUNE, "Scots Wha Hae." 

Republicans, from shore to shore, 
Awake, arise, go forth once more 
To work with might the country o'er 

And gain the victory. 
See, the foe confronts again, 
Our army upon every plain. 
Assured they w^ill the battle gain, 

And shout with ecstacy. 
Our leaders call us to the field. 
Armed with buckler, sword and shield, 
Determined ne'er to foe to yield, 

We follow bravely on. 
By all the ties that we hold dear, 
Like men w^e now should know no fear. 
But firm and earnest and sincere 

We'll cross the rubicon. 
While far an I near, ab37e, below, 
Appears the cohorts of the foe. 
With eager speed now on we go 

To show forth all our might ; 
See, see athwart the autumn sky. 
The banners of our foemen fly. 
Now let us raise our loud war cry, 

And battle for the right. 



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CAMPAIGN SONG NO. 7. 
Tu^'B, '*Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching." 

For the next three months to come, 

Amidst the tumult and the din, 
Which will ensue throughout the land and nation, 

Where each one will do his part 

That his candidate may win, 
However high or low may be his station. 

CHORUS : 

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the hosts are marching, 

Through this great land of the free, 
While beneath the starry flag we walk forth as before, 
Let us ever live in peace and unity. 

Ma)^ we each consider well 

The fitness of the men 
Whom we would entrust with these great positions. 

And in our mind of minds, 

Ponder o'er and o'er again. 
Which ones ere fitted best by our traditions, 

CHORUS : 



CAMPAIGN SONG NO. 8. 

TUNE, "Star Spangled Banner." 

O, say, have you seen, at the close of the day, 

That bright star in the east now. arising to glory, 
Which long has been scattering bright ray after ray ? 

On, on, as we read in tlie pages of story. 
See now it takes its stand, refulgent and grand. 
Close to high zenith to smile (»n oiir land ; 
'Tis the bright star of far Maine, O, long may it shine 
On this country of ours under favor divine. 

In the heavens clearly seen this orb nightly appears, 
On its way to the west, its light softly is beaming. 

Its rays through the sky far above its compeers, 

Wtth radiance and beauty the pathway is streaming. 



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Now behold its clear beam shiiiiug out from the stream, 
Which reflects all its beauty more brightly, we deem, 
'Tis the bright star of far Maiue, O, loug may it shine, 
On this country of ours under favor divine. 

O, now let us walk by the light of its ray, 

In the path of the j ust, as a people and nation, 
Aud drive the last vestige of slavery away. 

And polygamy too which deserves condemnation. 
Let us walk in the right and dare to do right, 
And away from the darkness of error's black night, 
While this bright star of far Maine still continues to shine 
On this country of ours under favor divine. 



CAMPAIGN SONG NO. 9. 

I hear a song, oft borne along 

Upon the breeze now ev'ry day ; 
From up far north it oft comes forth, 

To me a merry roundelay ; 
But from the west it sounds the best. 

When westling winds bear on the strain 
It sounds aloft — now loud, now soft — 

Elect our gallant son from Maine. 

CHORUS : 

Then sing the song, its notes prolong, 

So that the east may hear the strain, 
So sweet, so fair, borne on the air, 

Elect ! elect our son from Maine. 

The sunny South, from mouth to mouth, 

Trills it to many a merry tune. 
So loud and clear, it strikes my ear, 

Borne on the balmy breeze of June. 
Now like a feast the brave old east 

Takes up the stirring, glad refrain, 
And says with zest, we'll do our best 

To elect our gallant son from Maine. 



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CHORUS : 

Then sing the song, its notes prolong, 
Now while far East takes up the strain. 

Now loud and clear, it strikes my ear, 
Elect ! elect our son from Maine. 



CAMPAIGN SONGS, 1888. 

Fellow Citizens, arise, 
Noble countrymen, be wise, 
And while time so swiftl}^ flies 

For Harrison and and Morton work ; 

Urge their claims throughout the land, 
Plead their cause from strand to strand. 
Nobly an unbroken band 

For Harrison and Morton work. 

CHORUS : 

For Harrison and Morton work, 
For Harrison and Morton work — 
Shout this refrain o'er the land, 
P^or Harrison and Morton work • 
Soon we shall begin the fray. 
Let us recruit then while we may, 
Till the great eventful day, 
For Harrison and Morton fight. 
Up now all brava bDys in blue, 
Forward sons of veterans too, 
To the good old cause be true, 
For Harrison and Morton fight. 
Like chivalric knights of old 
Our leaders are both true and bold, 
Tried like pure refined gold ; 
For Harrison and Morton vote. 

Swear then each true man and member. 
To work and fight and e'er remember 
On the sixth of next November, 
P"or Harrison and Morton vote. 



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SONG 2. 

The Democrats feel safely now, 
While they at Baal's shrine do bow, 
And their hearts wntli joy o'erflow 

From 'Frisco to Savannah. 
So devoid of doubt or fear, ^ 

And rejoicing far and near. 
They rend the air with cheer on cheer 

And wave the red bandana. 
Their leader may be all they claim, 
Xo them his be a glorious name, 
And they may shout aloud his fame, 

One mighty to deliver ; 
But we have matched him by a man 
Who ever marched in freedom's van. 
Whose life his enemies may scan, 

A Roland for an Oliver. 
Let them rejoice then while they may. 
And glory that they now hold sway, 
E'en boasting they will win the day 

They swear by Santa Anna ; 
But we shall meet them in the field, 
Armed with justice as a shield, 
Led by a man who ne'er shall yield. 

The man from Indiana. 
So trusting in the sacred right, 
We fear no foe, though great his might. 
Once more again we now unite 

Our forces for the fray ; 
Side by side now on we go, 
To hurl ourselves upon the foe, 
And b}' one bold decisive blow 

To bear the prize awa5\ 



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CAMPAIGN SONa 

Ben Harrison, my Jo Ben, 

When ye manhood's life began, 
Ye early did resolve, Ben, 

To prove a worthy man. 
And so you studied hard, Ben, 

As through college you did go, 
And won distinction in your class, 

Ben Harrison, my Jo. 

Ben Harrison, my Jo Ben, 

When first I came to know 
The great worth of your character 

My heart was made to glow ; 
Affection *s spark had kindled there, 

Fate's winds on it did blow, 
Till brightly burned the sacred fire, 

Ben Harrison, my Jo. 

Ben Harrison, my husband Ben, 

Through all the years that's sped, 
Since by the sacred altar, Ben, 

Where you and I were wed, 
I've often blessed the day, Ben, 

I've happy been I know. 
As your devoted, loving wife, 

Ben Harrison, my Joe. 

Ben Harrison, my Jo Ben, 

Being ever true and just 
In all the work you've done, Ben, 

You' won the people's trust, 
And they have you repaid, Ben, 

By honors high and so 
Deserv^e 3'Our heart-felt gratitude, 

Ben Harrison, my Jo. 

And now at last, my Jo Ben, 
They would confide to you 

The highest place in all the land 
Because tliev know vou true ; 



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Though yon may not command success, 

You can do more I know, 
You can deserve it by your deeds, 

Ben Harrison, my Jo. 



AM ANSWER TO A PIECE TAKEN FROM THE NEW YORK 
SUN AUGUST 13, 1888. 

What^s this I see and hear the noo. 

What's this I hear and see ? 
Some man that surely has been fou 

Wi' a wee drap in his e'en, 
Wi' a wee drap in his e'en nae doot. 

As blind as bat can be, 'i 

Some sheer nonsense has drivelled oot 

Aboot the G. O. P. 

But let him rail wi' a his wit, 

Wi' his wit let him rail. 
He'll find he has na clear coorse 

Wi' Cleveland's bark to sail : 
Wi' Cleveland's bark to sail, my freends, 

He hBs a stormy sea 
Wi' billows high and tempests loud 

To daunt his heart o' glee. 

He had to speak o' Harrison, 

Of him he had to speak. 
In words baith light and flippant too, 

Yet a' sae very weak ; 
Yet a' sae very week indeed, 

They weaker couldna be, 
And fa' a' dunted to the grund 

When they strike sic as he. 

At Jamie Blaine he had a fling, 

At him a fling he had, 
His wit exhausted on the wing 

Draps doon and sinks to dee. 



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Draps dooii oiid sinks to dee in fear, 

As he comes hame again, 
He dreads him like a Banqueo's ghaist, 

That chiel ca'd Blaine frae Maine, 

What though he tries prophetic lear, 

Though prophetic lear he tries, 
Cauld comfort he will get frae that. 

Drawn frae his barle}^ bree. 
Young Lochinavr o' a the west, 

Shall come sae bauld and slee 
And seize his willin' laffiii' bride 

Afore the haill countrie. 
And then aw^a' wi' micht and main, 

Wi' micht and main rides he. 
Till comin' to the grand wdiite hoose 

Wi' mnckle mirth and glee. 
He there sits doon his bonnie bride 

In spite o' a' his faes. 
While the Sun's bit prophet and his freens, 

Ivameut them ower their waes. 



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